Several of my favorite authors, people I know...
It's strange. And awful.
It's been no one close to me, but still...
You never know what's going to happen, to yourself, or the people you care about.
I could get on a soapbox and say "blah blah blah appreciate your family blah blah blah do everything to the fullest so be sure that blah blah blah no regrets, etc." But I'm not gonna.
Instead, I am going to draw a mustachio on a post-it note and wear it! Then I will cackle and do many great evil deeds. For such is my coping mechanism..
